Looking from here and looking there I realize that the matter needs a clear explanation, and then me to dwell there with the excuse of having my 10dico10 minute break working. S talk of coffee.
The "Moroccan" is now a national evil. From MonBianco to Trinacria, with the most varied titles, it represents the best of what they may face more terrible modern bartender: the adjective. The adjective is evil
bartenders of the past decade, in a world that expects to do their work badly and slowly, demanding from others the opposite: good and right.
Let's talk seriously.
Once, when we had time, we went to the bar and the options were: coffee, cappuccino, fruit juice. There were only three of flavors: pear, peach and apricot, and yet there had been no invasion of the "no sugar".
No creative marketing had yet dared to propose the fishing / mango, banana and apple, cranberry and lemon and other aberrant associations.
Most "to" let themselves go to Campari. Some workers chose the sambuca or cheese.
The bar was used to socialize, to spend some 'time with friends before returning home for breakfast when the wife or mother were sick. Today, there is no longer a common table, the bar serves, including a break of a thousand other daily tasks, to feed quickly and effortlessly. You
know those guys who order a drink and the bartender before resting his glass on the counter utter these words, you've got some sandwiches, peanuts, chips, pistachios, two skewers, a Florentine?
Well, this is people who comes home, sits on the couch, looks at a picture of his ex-wife and says, you see, that we want for dinner?
Today, just for a coffee one attempts to select: type of cup, the kind of coffee, type of milk, sugar type, temperature of the cup, milk, coffee, quality of the spot, just milk, just foam, mixed. Multiply this by the winds at the counter and customers do not ask anymore because today, bartenders are among the groups most at risk for suicide and such. 20 for three adjectives to drink coffee are 60 different beverages, and prepare to remember in about two minutes.
Everything has a limit, memory and patience in the first place. In cup or glass. Long or narrow, hot spots or cold. Stained with or without foam. With skim milk. High digestibility. White sugar, cane sugar, diet sweetener, flavored. Decaffeinated coffee, barley coffee, ginseng coffee.
Once there was the sugar giant, in two teaspoons, always open and at the mercy of all. Then the Ministry of Health shall have received data on white deaths (due to white sugar exposed) and inventor of the sachets. Bags of all types and colors, tons of discarded paper wasted every day, along with bags half full of sugar that are routinely thrown in the bucket. A national shame that too.
I dream that one day, while I'm sipping my latte, the barista looked straight at the customer type (what the coffee is never hot enough, or short, or spotted) and say simply:
"Shut up, and **** c Viviti study the cafe."
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